Spring Verse

A little ray dancing on my lap,

Through fairy village.

Out of spring days,

Auctioned off my head.

FROM;

Groves of spices tendering,

rice fields swiftly.

Poppy- bole dawn to dusk,

gleaming twisted on the prevailing lights,

on the god ways.

Twing swing gently,

Nymph sing mesmerizing verse;

Come, come see,

I beg you to dream on,

Cradle song brings you,

dews – wrapping dawn.

Respite to the golden beam,

Despite to the sliver beam,

Reciting spring hood pride.